Humpday Confessions #14

My packout is tomorrow.  I feel like I might have a breakdown confessions session from that alone.  Stay tuned for more information...

Also, Brittany, Emmy, and I are putting ourselves out there and starting a Music Monday linkup on August 4th.  Stay tuned for more information on that too...

Confessions:

-How to know something is wrong with Teh Megan:
1.  She won't stop sleeping.
2.  Sleep is a preferable activity to anything else.
3.  Sleeping doesn't make her problems go away.

-When I can't afford to is when I want to eat out the most.  Oh, I just spent $200 on Amazon?  I should probably eat ramen (with egg) tonight.. but OOO Chinese!  OOO Wendy's!  OOO anything not in my cabinets!  I have a similar dilemma when I go to the grocery store.

-Wanna know what isn't sexy?  Backne.  Running has given me the worst backne...  and I'm the worst for picking my bumps (maybe that was TMI, #sorrynotsorry), which doesn't help.  They make me feel like I have a horns on my back.  I can only imagine what people see (what with them being on my back, I don't really have a super good view and I'm too lazy to do that double mirror trick) when I'm running in a spaghetti strap top cami (because that's what Kohl's calls them, so I'm going to call them that too).

-Camis are the only tops I can find to run in that aren't racer-back that don't cost a mabillion dollars.  I kinda feel like a super slut with my "big ole titties" (as they have been referred to by others) bouncing around for 5+ miles 2-3 times a week, but #tanlineproblems are real.  This wouldn't be a problem if I didn't have such big boobs to begin with.  Then I could wear normal sports bras, with the racer-back, buttt noooo, these huge honkers require $50 worth of sports bra with underwire support and regular straps to be happy during a run.  Without these boobs, I could have that super cute racer-back tanline that screams I'm an athlete and I do outdoorsy things (or that I wear a lot of sports bras, whatevs man).  Instead, I have the tramp stamp of tanlines from thick sports bra straps and spaghetti strap tops camis.  I guess the alternative is the forever sexy farmer's tan.  The struggle is real, Gentle Readers.

Tramp-Stamp tanlines in the making.

-Miley left on Friday night.  It broke my heart a little.  She had been mopey since her dental last Wednesday.  I kept telling her she was gonna have a great family, but obviously she understands what a great family she already had here with Teh MD Roomies and I.  We could NOT adopt her due to our own life circumstances, but oh how we wanted to, which doesn't help in anyway.  I'm sad because I can't adopt her and I'm sad because she's sad I can't adopt her.  We did snuggle all night on Thursday night, which was awesome, so there's that gem.

"Why did you stop petting me?" - Miley

-I love the pack dynamic with just Olive, Meri, and Phil.  They just know things to do.  They know which bowl to go to at feeding time.  They know the first thing is the morning is to step on toes go outside.  They know that when I say, "Let's go bye-bye," to go to the door to get collared.  They know when I start yelling to back away.  They know when we grab the water bottle to GTFO of the kitchen/space.  They know us and they are such good dogs.  This is why dogs are awesome.

-Teh MD Teenage Roomie got an Edible Arrangement fruit basket thingy for her bday last week and she let me eat 85% of it shared it.  Why have I never received one of these babies before?  They are amazing!  Pineapple, cantaloupe, watermelon, strawberries, chocolate covered strawberries, and grapes were all in this one and the pineapples were in the shape of sunbursts and I just loved bitin' off little rays of sunshine (no they didn't help make me nicer).

-I printed out my medical record.  It took over a ream of paper.  I can't imagine how many reams it would have taken if I'd have decided to stay in and retire in 14 more years.  It also had stuff in it that isn't accurate.  For instance, I do NOT have the downstairs herpaderp.  NOPE.  EVER.  NO NO NO.  I have a different skin condition (that is NOT a STD) that I will not share with this audience because I care, but I do NOT have the herpaderp.  There are also a few instances of "fear of unsubstantiated medical condition" which make me want to go back and find that doc and punch them in the face for being a moron.

-Jana said I have to show you this:


Teh Step-Sister, Teh Sister, and Teh Megan

She also told me to tell you that you can obtain your own hot mess footie/onsie pajamas at the ever classy Wal-Mart and sometimes Target has them during the colder months.  I honestly can't believe I hadn't posted that on Teh Blog before now.  I feel relieved having gotten that off my chest.

-When I see particular people sign on FB and not chat with me, I get unreasonably upset.  It makes me wonder if they realize other people can see when they are online and how long ago they were active.

-When individuals who are retired from the military/Navy use their rate/rank in their signature block with (ret) at the end, I want to punch a baby.  You are retired.  Let it go.  You aren't a YNC anymore.  Let it go.  You're a CIVILIAN.  Go watch Frozen and learn from Elsa, LET IT GO! 

-I did ZERO packing Monday and when Teh MD Adult Roomie mentioned that maybe I should definitely pack on Tues/Wed it took me a minute to realize that my packout is THURSDAY... tomorrow Thursday, not next Thursday.  Shit.

-Someone called me "Teh" when they commented on last Friday's blog.  I just couldn't deal with it.

-I spent an hour plucking Meri Monday night.  She looks like a different dog.

-When my noodles look like they have antennas, it makes me giggle.

-I may have taken a break from packing to gif this post up.

-And my final gif for this post because consistency is important...

Fashion doesn't agree with me... #58

Weekend Wrap Up {7/21}

FRIDAY

First thing I did Friday when I got to work was print out my medical record that I had picked up on Thursday.  I used over a ream of paper.  Yeah, this girl is brrrrroken.  I could have saved a tree if the VA didn't actually require a paper copy and just copied the disc to another disc to send, but nooo since we're still in the 1990's they require a paper copy.  Le sigh.  I just wish the VA wasn't so difficult and I've barely even had to deal with them yet.

Work was fairly busy and my patience for house hunting everything in life was at it's lowest point.  Despite how awesome the weather was outside, I didn't bring the right bra for running (cause yes, that's a thing) so I went to the gym to get my elliptical and arm workout on.  I came home and cleaned up Miley's pee spots and showered and read a bit and decided on a nap that was interrupted and interrupted and interrupted and when I finally got up, I was so ragey.

One of the interruptions was Miley being picked up.  She was super excited to see the guy who was driving her to meet her forever family which helped me be ok with letting her go.

When I got up, it was to take Teh MD Teenage Roomie to practice.  I wasn't very pleasant and that was compounded when I found Olive's crate with poop in it when I went to get her food bowl since it was feeding time.  After dropping off Teh Teenager, I swung by the grocery store and headed home to make dinner to curb my hangar.  When I left to pick up Teh Teenager, I decided not to crate Meri and Olive since I wasn't going to be gone for long...

I came home to another pile of poop in the floor, which I didn't step in.. so that was a plus.  It did mean having to reassemble and dirty up the carpet cleaner, which had been staged for the packout.  Thanks dawgs dogs.  On the other hand, I had a moment of clarity where I realized why being a housewife wouldn't be such a bad thing..  I could stay at home and clean all the things and drink adult beverages and it would be totally acceptable.  Cause I was definitely puttin' a hurtin' on some Sailor Jerry while cleaning the carpet.

I might have been a wee bit intoxicated when I decided to keep a FB chat going, which wasn't to my detriment surprisingly enough.  It was completely ineffective at getting someone to try and have a conversation and I ended up going to bed extremely pissed off.

SATURDAY

Saturday was productive day.  I could have went on a run, but the decision of which cereal to eat for breakfast was too overwhelming, so running far distances was just too much brain power to exhort.  BTW, the cereal choices were Marshmallow Fruit Loops or Rice Krispy Treats Cereal.  It was definitely a toss up, but the fruit loops weren't opened yet, sooo Rice Krispy treats it was.

Since Teh MD Roomies had a birthday party to attend, I went over to Teh Monopoly and Mr. Kilt's house to hang out with their new spawn (and them).  After I had gotten my baby quota filled, I headed back home where Teh MD Roomies were starting the process of packing me out.  We took a break to head into town to pick up the remaining items of Teh MD Adult Roomie's move-in list.  After a trip to Bed Bath and Beyond and Lowes, we hit up Texas Roadhouse for dinner and then made a stop by Walmart before finally heading home with ALL THE THINGS!

I may have had a caramel disaster at TRH where all of my food ended up with some caramel sauce on it.
It's hard to be me, but Teh MD Roomies definitely enjoyed me spazzing out when the caramel started going out of control.

I found this at Walmart when we were checking out, so I felt obligated to document it.
I don't drink either of these sodas, so I left them for the next Meg.

Meg sodas!
Also, can we talk about my awesome Woot shirt?
It's so full of win.

When we got home, we proceeded to move all my things out of the kitchen and started the process of washing all Teh MD Roomies's stuffs so they were usable.  YAY for sheets and dishes and curtains and pots and pans!  So my dining room looks like this until Thursday:

Remember when I said I have a clothes problem?
Maybe I just have a stuffs problem.
Sorry not sorry.

SUNDAY

Teh MD Teenage Roomie went to church with me while Teh MD Adult Roomie went and cleaned my stuff out of her storage unit and brought it back to the house so it can be packed up on Thursday with minimal hassle.  Sunday was spent doing more dishes and more laundry and getting things mover ready, like taking the TV off the entertainment center and sorting more of my stuff.  We also made Teh MD Adult Roomie's birthday cake and sang happy birthday to her over a lighter that she got to blow out since all the candles were lost on the dining room table (#movingproblems).

Mixing in the dye

Making a "tye-dye" cake (the lazy, less messy way)

NOMNOMNOM

The biggest news from Sunday was that I received an email back from one of the jobs I applied for last week!  The 2nd biggest news from Sunday was that the friend in Charleston who is house hunting for me found a place that seems pretty awesome and I put in my application.  Hopefully Monday will also hold super awesome emails from all the places regarding places to live and jobs and my future!

Once the house situation falls into place, so many other plans can be made... like packout delivery and vacation dates and plane tickets and my brain will finally be able to shut down for more than 30 seconds at time.  I can't even wait.  

So yeah.. Marshmallow Fruit Loops or Rice Krispy Treats cereal?

Linking up with these ladies:

Five on Friday #27

UNO

I stepped in dog poop this morning.  I need that to not be indicative of how this day is going to go.  Teh MD Teenage Roomie and I were roughin' it out without Adult supervision and I decided to not close all 4 dogs in my room.  Yeah, piss (and shit) poor idea.  I should have probably gotten my sign from the open dog food container last night when I got home (yes, my dogs are that big and that smart).  The worst part is I can't blame just one dog.  It was either Olive or Phil (based on poop size).  Meri's poops aren't human sized and Miley slept with me all.night.long. 

OMG I'm going to miss her sooooo muchhhhh.  She is leaving us tonight and I accepted that she has to go, but last night she snuggled with me all night long and for morning pettins this morning she just leaned on me and didn't want me to stop and she even let me get her eye gookies without too much of a fight.  Last night I was calling her up on the bed and she almost tried, but you could tell that her back legs weren't going to give her the spring she needed, she started pacing and was going to settle on the floor beside me.  I just couldn't have that.  I got out of bed and put her in the bed with me.*

*Reason #3 that doing arm workouts is beneficial.  Lifting a 50-80lb dog requires some muskles (yes, that was incorrectly spelled on purpose).

Queen Miley deserves only the best.  I'm afraid that all the different homes and her age has really taken a toll on her and our Queen is getting old.  Seeing her struggle going up the stairs and to get on the bed the last few weeks rips my heart to shreds.

DOS

Who is ready for some moving posts?!?!  MEEE!!!!  Moving posts are some of my favorites because I get to share my freakouts with you on here (which I can feel bubbling under the surface of my nonchalance) and talk about the movers and that whole bubble wrap thing.  Additionally, it's a time of purging.  Apparently, I have too many clothes?  I didn't actually think so, but Teh MD Adult Roomie says I have more clothes than her and she has a winter set and a summer set.  I argue that my uniforms are a large part of my wardrobe, but secretly, she may actually be right.  But I mean, what if, at some point in the future, I can't do laundry..  Then I will need those 7 pairs of jeans, 8 pairs of khakis, 2 pairs of grey pants, 1 pair of brown pants, 2 pairs of blue pants, and 1 pair of green pants?  As I was going through my closet last Sunday trying to separate my clothes into packout and keep with me, there might have been a point where I hugged all mabillion of my shirts and expressed my love for them and how I wasn't sure how I was going to live without them.  If Teh MD Adult Roomie didn't think I was nuts already, she probably does now. 

She thought she was going crazy because of my moving.. bahhahaha.. She's not seen Teh Megan trying to pack yet.  Maybe I have too much of an addiction to my things?  But really.  I wear all the clothes!  The worst part is planning for the next 2.5 months.  I'm supposed to be going on vacation to drive cross country (woot!), there is the Battle of Britain in September and my 1/2 marathon ANNDDD what if I have an interview?!  I'll need better interview outfits... and the accompanying shoes.  I have no idea how I'm going to get down to Charleston without having someone accompany me or without installing a hitch to Yurtle (booooo) and renting a uhaul.  Part of the issue is I'll be toting the dogs with me and Phil doesn't like it when I cramp his style space.  Moving is hard, yo.

TRES

Looking at houses on Google Maps is the closest I've come in the last 3 years to doing my actual Navy job.  Holy hell, I never thought I'd miss recce-ing and counting 8 meter boats, but I do.  Le siiigh.  It's really hard to determine the bad neighborhoods from the good ones on Google Maps.  I'm lucky to have someone in Charleston helping me find a place.  I'm gonna owe her big time when I finally land in October. 

QUATRO

I want to relax.  I want it to not require an alcoholic beverage, yelling at someone/anyone, or sleep (which isn't really working).  Even on my 5+ mile runs, that "runner's high" isn't doing it for me.  I can still feel the stress in my shoulders when I have to purposely pull them down to relax them.  I've taken a nap almost every day this week because awakeness is just.. a struggle.  I am overwhelmed by all the things that need to fall into place in the next month that don't seem like they are going to happen with the ease that I had predicted at the end of June.  I am overwhelmed with packing.  I am overwhelmed with all the changes going on in the house (and I know that you're reading this Roomie and that's not a jab at you, I really do love your rugs, I may even be a bit jealous at ALL THE NEW THINGS!!).  I am trying not to get upset, but I feel like I'm trying to get everything together and it's just not appreciated or even noticed.  I thought about just letting things go, to just step back from everything that isn't finding a job in Charleston, and the idea almost makes me shake because I'm too much of a control freak to relinquish that control.

I can haz?

CINCO

Denial isn't just a river in Egypt.  It's practically my entire life.  I've been online shopping so much.  I have immediate buyer's regret for 80% of the items I've purchased, but when I see all those boxes on my porch I love all the things.  I can't even help it.  BTW, Woot.com is such a freakin' enabler.  But check out my new super cute double hammock that I scored for $90!

Linking up with these ladies since it's FRRRRRRIIIIIDDDDDDDAAAYYYYY!!!!!!

Humpday Confessions #13

I can haz August??

Confessions:

-I put an egg in my ramen noodles.  Don't say "ewww" until you've tried it.  (Holy crap, did you just see Teh Mom come out of me?  Woah.)

-I think assumed that 85% of the people who linked up last week were on their period and I felt a little left out that I'm a week behind.  I'm ridiuclous.  But don't worry.  I'm all caught up now.  Ugggh.

-Shonda Rhimes leaving Grey's Anatomy was one of the worst things that happened in my entire life.  I HAVE NEEDS DAMMIT!  I refuse to watch Scandal because I believe that Shonda needs to return home to Grey's, finish off the show and THEN I would follow her like the fangirl I am.

-Someone called me "Teh" last week when they responded to a comment I'd left on their blog.  As in, "Have a good day, Teh."  I wasn't sure if I should laugh or not.  FYI: "Teh" is actually a typo for "The" which I've used for years as a screen name.  It started back in the days of Myspace and I was going to be The Megan.. except that after I'd typed Teh Megan 3 times I said fuck it and just kept it.  At which point, there were people that would actually call me Teh Megan.  I've just carried it on since.  So really, my name is Megan.  My last name is irrelevant, but my last name is not Megan.  If you have picked up on my last name, lets just say we forget that bit of information, mmmmkay (probable) internet stranger?

-Dear Brad Paisley, There is nothing sexy about checking someone for ticks.  Ever.  WTF.

-I didn't get my Friday blog post done.  In my defense, I spent the morning working on my resume to apply for an SC job.

-Let's just say that eating broccoli before working out isn't one of my wiser life decisions.  Sorry gym-mates, my bad.

-I use a foam roller after my runs and when I roll my back out I make some pretty inappropriate groans.  Teh Roomies think its pretty hilarious.  I've told them the difference in my roller inappropriate groans and my other inappropriate groans is my ability to speak isn't hindered when I'm rolling.  How long till August???*

-I applied for more "real life" jobs this week in Charleston.  I don't even know what to do with myself.

-I have an unhealthy obsession with my shirts.  I might have went full on whiny-ass just about separating them to be packed out...  They are still in my closet and I can still wear them until the 24th, but the idea of not having them was almost unbearable.

-Along with that obsession, I have a problem with wearing the same shirts too frequently... and my pants.. and all my clothes actually.  I rotate all my clothes based on the last time worn, so I have to pick from the front of the closet to wear something that hasn't been worn in a while.  If it doesn't get worn within 6 months, it goes in the donate pile.  I should probably apply that to my pants.

-I want to pack kinda, but its hard since Teh MD Roomies are staying and we have to separate all our stuffs and IDK where to put all my things and I'm still not sure what I need to keep with me and OMFG MOVING IS HARD!!  Also, if you didn't see MacKensie's post about looking for a place to live, you're missing out.  Hiiiiilarious and accurate in all the ways.

-We still don't have a place to live in SC yet.  1 month from now is our flexible arrival date (and then I'll come back to MD for a monthish and then officially move down).  Meaning we need to agree on a place to live and make it happen within the next two weeks.  Actually, tomorrow would be good too since we also need to schedule my packout delivery.  YAY for helpful friends who are making the process easier!!!!

-I have enjoyed the storms that have rolled though this week, despite the spazzy dogs and minimal car wash, since I'm on duty this week and have ZERO desire to go back into work at 11pm.

-The power company in SoMD has a thing where you can average all your power bills and pay that amount each month rather than a low bill in April and October and high bills in December and July.  That's cool.  Except that last year they were using the average for my apartment, not my townhouse.  The difference is pretty significant but the problem wasn't brought to light until this past January.  Meaning for a year they were using the average for my old address.  It was fine pre-August 2013, I didn't really go over the average amount on my own, but apparently with 2 people living here and it being hot as balls then cold as.. balls? the power bill went well over the average that I had been paying.  The only reason I even realized it was that I saw December's bill of over $300 and I almost flipped my shit when it actually said something like $500 (because that was the accumulation of all the overages).  And then January was over $250.  All that to say, Sugar Momma Teh Megan is left with all that overage to pay and it makes my checking account really sad.

-Humpday confessions is the only linkup I participate in where I make it a point to visit other bloggers who link up.  Sometimes, I even try to go to everyone's page.  I rarely click through the weekend wrap-up linkers unless I recognize them and the Friday link ups depend on how busy I am.  But Wednesday?

-*I talked to Teh Pirate Gone Marine yesterday who made a comment about particular final gifs I had used in weeks prior.  It reminded me I had more to use.